[The service of one crown to another, that's an even change. There is a higher calling to this. She of course cared for her king, why oh why would she not? He too was the blood of Lady Catelyn Stark. Bran, Sansa and Arya are all proof that the noble blood of the wolf would still continue one way or the other. Sansa was like beholding a mirror to all of Brienne's private wants: a true, virtuous woman that had a strength of her own, that wanted the knight that the Maid of Tarth devoted herself to be. Her queen knew who and what she was and still wanted her. There was no way, no reason that she would turn from such a place of honor of love.

They part and Brienne blinks. She truly had lost her head. And kneeling on the floor and all that, highly dramatic. Her face pales then flushes furiously all the way from her neck to her hairline.]

Please. Yes.

[She clears her throat and her armor clatters.]

Do you...would you mind if I devest first? Just--the armor.

[The color is still high and bright in her face.]